Tag: Frenchies

I am sitting in the yard watching the dogs.

It’s a cloudy day but they don’t seem to notice at all. They run carefree sniffing the ground and one another. I sink into the lawn chair going over the long day ahead of me when I noticed the sister Frenchie bulldogs had separated away from the chihuahuas and were jumping and playing with one another in their own little world. This wasn’t the first time I watched these two. They will go about running and playing with each other until they fall into a heap of puppy pile adorableness (is that a word…probably…I’ll use it anyway).

I begin to think how wonderful is it to have a sister in a doggy dog world?

Having someone you can laugh with and confide in even on cloudy days. I believe that they are one of the many wonderful gifts this life must offer.

So, what exactly is a sister? I asked google assistant. Google gave me a rather matter of fact definition referring to lineage and daughters of parents…well something to that degree. Seems a bit too simple and shallow to me.

I decided to ask the Frenchie sisters instead (yes, my lovely pet-lover reader I asked them) they gave me a sniff and continued with their Frenchie business. The thing that I love about my furry little guys is that they don’t say one word, but they show you a mouth full.

Watching those two in their tiny puppy pile a few definitions popped into my head of what a sister means to me.

They are your please don’t judge me because what I am going to tell you is going to make you fall out of your chairperson. They are your let me borrow this outfit one last time person. They are the reason you made that dumb decision to dye your hair that outrageous color, then it became the conversation starter with the person who later became the love of your life.

If there was no sisterhood, who and the hell would we fight with?

Oh yes! I have witnessed the most adorable sister Frenchie fights! Pulling of ears and paws. Some of the most creative and brutal arguments on this green earth have been between sisters. Telling them we would never talk to them again, then finding ourselves bored and lonely without them leading us to send the famous wyd? text message.

Let’s Have a KI KI

Some sisters have no blood relations, and these sisterly bonds can be the greatest. Lunch and wine in the middle of the day for no reason to discuss the latest gossip or just to get away from the responsibilities of life. The occasional “kiki” at two in the morning, after a break up or a break down at the bar with that special someone. Find out what a “kiki” is click here just in case you don’t know…Great song check out the version by the Scissor Sisters they did it best.

Getting back to the point. I have had the opportunity to meet some of the most extraordinary women after losing my biological sister some time ago. Within the pain of that loss I grew more appreciative of sisterhood, and begin to hold relationships more dearly. I now have several sisters that I call on, from all different races and walks of life. We hold each other’s secrets, joy’s and dreams. We encourage one another when we fail and feel discouraged. One of us always knows how to whip the other back into to shape by a sassy flash of the eyes and simple phrases like “get it together” or “you must be kidding”.

Sitting here in this chair on a cloudy day, staring down at the tiny pile of Frenchie sisters.

I am proud to be a woman, I am proud to be a sister.

By Life Writez

This is dedicated to my beautiful sister Nesanet may you rest in peace & all my bold in control sisters of the world.

Thank you for taking the time to read Chi- Chi talks, feel free to share special times with your sisters. All comments and questions are welcome.

A good friend came to visit yesterday, although I wasn’t expecting her at all; unlike many of my other good friends she was a pleasant surprise. I had been marinading in my sweatpants from a morning run ( please don’t ask why) and to add I was very comfortable. My beautiful Chi Jazz cuddled just beneath my thigh, and my frenchie sweet cocoa lay at my feet, which also included the running socks (as you guessed) from earlier that morning. We had been sitting there for the majority of the afternoon, smooth jazz softly playing in the background while I bounced between researching upcoming literary events, and the latest celebrity gossip ( or should I say tea). Needless to say, the three of us were happy and content.

The Funk

“What is that smell? Is that you or your dogs?” My good friend had a history of speaking her mind very loudly. I watched as her nose wrinkled in disgust. I couldn’t help but to laugh out loud. All afternoon my beautiful dogs sat right under what humans considered “the funk” they didn’t care that I didn’t smell like lavender, or freshly crushed sage. They just wanted me with “the funk ” and whatever else came with me.

Sweet Cocoa Lets It Go!

As I proceeded to explain my run, and the extremely lame excuse to why I hadn’t yet hopped into the shower. Sweet Cocoa between snores released a “silent but deadly” explanation. The gas quickly filled the room crashing with “the funk” that previously pronounced itself champion to anyone entering the front door. I burst out laughing ” It’s me! My dog had nothing to do with that bomb” The laughter woke up sweet Cocoa she rose slowly, stretched and exited the room.

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